The Get-To-Know-Eachother-Thread

♫ When I was 17,
I drank some very good beer.
I drank some very good beer I purchased with a fake I.D.
My name was Brian Mcgee ♫

 

Hey did you stay up and listen to Queen?

 

:smiley-laughing002:

Aye, when i was 17

 

my name is henry diddy i like long walks sunsets and chips please pm for a date oh * wrong site.:bbpd:

 

My father was a relentlessly self-improving lingerie salesman with low-grade narcolepsy and a panchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, make outrageous claims like he had invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. My childhood was pretty typical. Summers in Rangoon, louge lessons, in the spring we would make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap sack and beaten with reeds. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At 13 I met an Austrian barber-surgeon named Wilma. She ritualistically shaved my testicles. There's nothing like a freshly shorned *. It's breathtaking, you should try it.

 

This is a pic of me:

 

My name is I.P. Squint. I have toilet issues.

 

Diegan is hung like a * mountain. Don't believe his truths.

 

I can never touch meat until it's cooked.

As a youth I used to weep in butcher's shops.

 

Love it man.

I only eat it in a pool of blood, no joke. But then I am chronically anaemic - also no joke.





Want to hear the * go moo tbh.

 

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air

 

I'm a bit like that now, I like it nice and juicy.

When I was young I got a burger from a place called Flunch in Paris. I was mortified when I got it and it was still bleeding.

I asked them if they could cook it a bit longer, and they lady behind the counter pointed to a microwave in the corner with a sign above that said "for customer use." :smiley-laughing002:

 

Yum * yum, a would beast that right new sexy *!

 

To be brutally honest she was right.

Meat is dead animal. Get it intae ye.

 

Same here. I'm like Wile E Coyote drooling at that * pic.

My best friends are always surprised when I order two steaks on a night out. One is never enough.

Love it. Want three now.

 

oh really how about this pic

 

Aye, drink will do as well and that's some * selection.

You take that pic? Where was it took?

 

no and your guess is as good as any. This is how I picture the walk way to heaven looks like!